Quotes About Reconciliation

I don't get revenge. Hurting back just means two people are hurt.

hurt tends to drown out sorry.

Kat: You can't just buy me a guitar every time you mess up, you know. Pat: I know, but there's still drums, and a bass, and maybe even someday a tambourine.

epithet, n. I think the worst you ever called me was a cunt rag. You mean I'm a tampon? I asked. I'm a tampon for not letting you drive? I laughed. You didn't. At least, not until you sobered up.

All the other things I am - they're too complicated. I can feel them lying in wait, planning their return.

I reach out my hand to say I'm sorry. He takes it, but gives nothing else away.

There is the distance of miles, and the distance of brothers, to overcome. He can feel the world coming between them again. But the world is so much smaller than it used to be.

when He sees us in Christ Jesus He

We all have at least two sides. The world we live in is a world of opposites. And the trick is to reconcile those opposing things. I've always liked both sides. In order to appreciate one, you have to know the other. The more darkness you can gather up, the more light you can see too.

The prospect of going home again scared them. They couldn't imagine how they could ever settle to it. How they could just walk around the streets and pretend to be normal, look women in the eye again after what they had done and seen, ride on trams, sit at a table with a white cloth, and control their hands and just slowly eat. It was the little things that scared them. The big things you could hide in. It was little ones that gave a man away.

When visitors leave, I feel like an actor watching the audience file out of the theater, and it was no different with my sisters. The show over, Hugh and I returned to lesser versions of ourselves. We're not a horrible couple, but we have our share of fights, the type that can start with a misplaced sock and suddenly be about everything. "I haven't liked you since 2002," he hissed during a recent argument over which airport security line was moving the fastest.

No matter how angry I get, it always comes down to this: I'm going to leave and then what? Move in with my dad? Thirty minutes of pure rage, and when I finally spot him I realize that I've never been so happy to see anyone in my life. "There you are," I say. And when he asks where I have been, I answer honestly and tell him I was lost.

She'd started noticing how the bodies didn't seem so bad anymore. Dead, not talking, not posing any threat, they kind of grew on her in a way the living never had.

Si nos deja es para preparar, también un día, nuestra llegada al reino del Señor, para que seamos acogidos con esmero. No imaginé a mi padre con el empeño de prepararme una acogedora llegada al Cielo, ¿me dejaría allí ducharme sin gritarme que cerrara el grifo de una maldita vez? Me costaba imaginar el reencuentro del que hablaba el sacerdote. Como mucho mi padre me aguardaría con su oportuno te lo dije.

Aquel último intento de reconciliación tenía un amargo sabor a despedida, a beso en la mejilla. Cuando recibes un beso en la mejilla de una mujer a la que has besado tantas veces en los labios, debes saber que has perdido tu lugar en su corazón.

the forgiver often forgives for his own sake, not to excuse the oppressor. He forgives to strengthen his own heart, to work through grief, pain, loss, and hatred.

David W. Blight

Dr. Len recommends going inside, to wherever you feel hurt by a particular person or issue, and then saying each of these four statements with as much feeling as possible—thinking through the real reasons why you genuinely feel this way: "I love you. I am sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you."27

But love flowed into the apology, to coddle and mollify the guilt.

This was one of the little ways in which he said sorry. They were meant to add up each day.

A neutral place. The chances of finding one these days are slim, maybe even slimmer than Archie's pinball trick. The sheer quantity of shit that must be wiped off the slate if we are to start again as new. Race. Land. Ownership. Faith. Theft. Blood. And more blood. And more. And not only must the place be neutral, but the messenger who takes you to the place, and the messenger who sends the messenger. There are no people or places like that left…

Kiki began to giggle. Now Howard let go of Zora and held his wife instead, gripping he from behind. His arms could not go entirely around her, but still they walked in this manner down the small hill towards the gates of the park. This was one of the little ways in which eh said sorry. They were meant to add up each day.

Bern, it's divine to forgive your enemies. 'Let not the sun go down upon thy wrath.

Aw, git reconciled!.. You can't git her wid no fish sandwich.